"photographs
of high fever.
unlocked films
of diamond-set
insignificance
this negative
of existence,
spitting static
in sweat soaked
dark rooms."
|| shoo.shu ||

Beneath the
feverish rippling
of an
enlightened moon;
A promiscuous
blackout of
dark words
streaming,
soul to soul."
|| shoo.shu ||

"light wept
tears of radiance
onto your face,
smudging out
the pulse of
sleep, as do
high capacity
clips."
- shoo.shu

"handcuffed to
a confusion
of lucidity;
a devious murmer
of red alchemy
the devilry of
her kiss."
|| shoo.shu ||

“A DESCIPLE
OF THE MIDNIGHT SKY.
SLOWLY BURNING  OUT,
LIKE A DYING STAR INTO
THE HIT AND RUN OF
CHEMICAL CREATIONS.
UNTIL ALL THAT REMAINS
IS A CAUTIONARY TALE,
TIMELESSLY DRIFTING
IN THE CHALK OUTLINE
OF THE MILKY WAY.”
                                                      
                                                    || shoo.shu ||

"his wanton
intrigue,
unleashed a
midnight-dipped
******* as
she narrated
slivers of
vulnerability
through the
sweatbeads
of her soul."

'It goes on'
wrote Frost...
to understand
suffering soberly.
To breathe beauty
in an abhorrance
of decay.
To sigh bliss  
on realities
own terms.
This is to know.
--shoo.shu

“biting her tongue,
she flirted with
the tease of
casting omens.”
|| shoo.shu ||

"we slayed,
where sleep
could not
be found
in the
eyelids
of a
cheaper
than dirt
glock 19:
the peace-
maker."
|| shoo.shu ||

The lament of
a widowed
Werewolf
in the
fury of  the
space
between.”
|| shoo.shu ||